This is going to sound really dumb, but I (22m) have wanted to for the past year or so. I just feel empty and I want to try something new and exciting.
My plan is to do it just once and then be done with it. I have a family that I barely speak to due to being estranged (hard childhood) so that makes my decision easier.
No one will be in the cross fire if I take it too far. I know many people will think that I am extremely stupid for making this choice, but I am tired of being bored in my life. I have always felt incomplete ever since I was a child.
Hopefully this will be a good experience, If I choose to go through with it.
You want to try meth because you feel empty, bored, and you think this might fill that hole or give you a rush. I get the temptation. You’re looking for a way out of the pain, or at least a way to feel something different than what you’re feeling right now.
But here’s the deal, and I’m not going to sugarcoat this: Meth isn’t an “adventure.” It isn’t a new video game, or a weekend trip, or even a wild party you’ll laugh about in ten years. Meth is a grenade you’re tossing into your life—except it won’t just blow up the things you hate; it’ll take the good with it. It will wreck you.
I know you’re hurting. I know you’re lonely and you’re carrying around old scars from a family that let you down. That pain is real and it sucks. But let’s be honest—using meth isn’t going to heal that. It’s going to make it worse. Way worse. You think you’re isolated now? Meth takes your isolation and cranks it up to eleven. It’s a trap that’ll convince you you’re finally feeling alive, right up until it steals your job, your health, your soul, and—yeah, I’ll say it—maybe even your life.
You say, “No one will be in the cross fire.” That’s just not true. If you go down that road, everyone you meet—every potential friend, partner, coworker—gets the fallout. You may not see it right now, but addiction spreads destruction. Even if you don’t talk to your family, you matter, and the world needs you sober, alive, and present.
And I’ve got to call this out: the “just once and I’m done” plan? It’s a fantasy. No one ever plans on wrecking their life. No one ever says, “I’m going to be the person who can’t hold down a job, who burns bridges, who loses teeth and health and hope.” But every addict started with “just once.”
Here’s the truth: Boredom and emptiness are invitations, not enemies. They’re signs that you need to make real changes, not self-destruct. You want adventure? Go sign up for a boxing class, hike a mountain, take a road trip with strangers, find a therapist and finally dig into the wounds you’ve been carrying. THAT is courage. That’s how you build a life worth living.
Meth will not save you. It’ll destroy you.
You don’t have to keep carrying this pain alone, but you’ve got to make the call to step up, to reach out, to choose the hard path toward something better. You deserve a life that doesn’t need meth, or any other poison, to feel alive. And yeah, you might not believe that right now, but I do.
You are worth fighting for. Even if it’s just you in your corner for now.
Don’t throw it away. Not like this.